Words of Indifference

She serves pessimism on a platter.
This is her best dessert.
Time and time again she dishes
words of indifference, plates them
for you as if to say, choke on this.
She has nothing to offer. Her
only desire is to take. She will
not leave you hanging by a thread.
There will be no thread. She will
bring the chains to lock up any
dreams or desires you might have.
She uses poisoned words to
take your world apart, to bring it
crashing down. I want no part of
it. I rather remain human.
I will walk on my own, stand on
my own two feet, keep my distance
always. I cannot swallow what
she attempts to serve. I must
look out for my best interests.

In a Pure Sky

In a pure sky
you can see past the stars,
past the blue skies,
into the seed of where
the world and time began.
You see the mirror
of the sea Narcissus
stared into and drowned.
In a pure sky
you can see past the sun,
past its blinding light,
and see the beauty
of the world’s origin,
where vanity is unwelcome.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, California. Some of his poetry books, chapbooks, stories, and poems have been published by Pygmy Forest Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, Alternating Current Press, and Poet's Democracy.